Life with Venus

Sometimes women are too polite and conflicted for their own good, especially when it comes to their girl friends. As a consequence they are doomed to suffer in silence which will inevitably lead to an early(?) death… or an ulcer or something equally nasty. Oh wait… that is what men do!
Nevrtheless, let me illustrate.
My gf is very close to the girls she hangs out with. They do everything together, well mostly everything, and know one another’s darkest and deepest secrets.
On Saturday night, two of [S]’s friends had a night on the town. Only they did not invite her along. As a result she spent the evening with me, which is not necessarily a bad thing, but I get the distinct feeling she would have preferred them asking her along. Even if it meant turning them down in favour of me. Either way, they went out without asking her and she never got to make that choice.
Now if this had happened to me and my friends, I’d enquire politely (taking care not to drip with sarcasm) if they had a good time. I would laugh at their little anecdotes and perhaps even chew them out for behaving scandalously. I would also ask them straight out why they did not ask me along. They would act surpised and prolly say that it did not occur to them or that they thought I wanted to spend time with [S]. At which point I will call them a bunch of shallow bastards. They will resent my assumption that they did not want me along and the discussion will end abruptly when one of them finally tells me to stop moaning and move onto something important, like the K-Fed/Britney Spears sex tapes.
Come next Saturday, we will all hang out in some or other pub. The whole debacle of the previous Saturday would be long-forgotten and we would not speak of it again. Problem solved.
Not wanting to seem needy (as defined by KN), my girl has decided to remain quiet and elected to go on an internal “bender” as to why they did not invite her along. Are you shitting me? Racked with insecurity she came up with a heap of excuses… none of which makes sense to me. In fact, it sounded a lot like white noise. She even went as far as assuming that perhaps the bonds of friendship are not as strong as they used to be. (I love my girl, but at this point I almost laughed). My argument is that she is spending too much time on analysis when she should just get over it and move on.
Phew… and I thought our relationship was complicated!
Men just want a quiet life… which is why we invented Boys Night Out to rid ourselves of our inner demons and stop us from thinking.